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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

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have fun!

THERE WILL BE UNMARKED SPOILERS. enter at your own risk! :D


i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT repost prompts from parts one, two or three over here again. the delicious is around for people to find prompts they may not have already seen.

i know i'm lost -- 24b/?

Eduardo had a variety of eyeliners, and if he was to be quite honest with himself, most of them had been wastes of money. Normally when he fought with his father about something, he bought something his father would disapprove of, like a mascara or eyeliner or that lipstick that he read in Chris’ Vogue was really comfortable and good looking. So fuck it if he was a dude, he was a hot dude, and he liked makeup. Movie stars wore it all of the time, even the weird ones like Mickey Rourke. He, Eduardo Saverin, small business owner, was fucking allowed to wear makeup.

So he had an issue with buying eyeliner. He was working on it. Luckily Chris was naturally as pasty as Mark, and he always bought two, one of a darker color and one to suit someone with paler skin. There was a soft slate he’d liked, and a black, and there we go, he could definitely make Mark do this. A Disney song had come on, and Mark was back to tapping his feet, mouthing the words unconsciously.

“You like Hercules that much, eh?” Eduardo joked, and Mark frowned.

“You try being friends with Dustin for more than half of your life, then you tell me that you don’t appreciate the classics.”

“The classics?”

“Hercules in my book is up there with Casablanca and Gone With The Wind.”

Eduardo chuckled. “Alright, you’ve just got to sit still,” Mark stopped tapping his foot, “and not be afraid of the pencil. Listen to me. Trust me.”


Eduardo blushed, but remained focused. “Eyes up.” And with that, Eduardo got to work.


Ten minutes later and they were done. Mark’s eyes were deeper, a more steeled, hard, sexy blue. Mark had effectively bit his lip, so they were already red, and he looked fantastic.

“My work here is done.” This prompted Mark to turn and look at himself in the mirror, his hands running parallel to the lines of his eyes.

“Wow, I look …” Eduardo looked up to find Mark watching him in the mirror, biting his lip.

“Yes Mark you look fantastic, incredible and sexy and I know how lucky I am. Trust me.” Eduardo rolled his eyes and went to turn the iPod off and felt arms around his waist, a head nestled into his shoulder. Mark was leaning on him, and Eduardo felt a bit dumb, but Mark’s body was warm and Eduardo knew he had to wear a jacket outside and whatever, but it was nice. Mark mumbled something into his shoulder. “What was that, I couldn’t hear you.”

“I’m glad I look at least a little better so that people won’t assume we don’t know each other.”


“I do, sometimes. When new people come into the shop and they check you out, I get jealous. Like that Pierce guy.”

“So that’s why you forcibly inserted your tongue in my mouth after I hired him.” He felt Mark shrug against his back.

“You didn’t complain.”

“I never will.”


To Mark, it was almost the perfect time to say it. Just say it, it’s like he said it except in other words. Just tell him you fucking love him, Mark Zuckerberg. As he started to say it, Eduardo rolled up, and Mark sprung back, and Eduardo laughed.

“I would kiss you right now, Mark, but you’d mess up my lip primer, and I was hoping to stay a little un-mussed before we got there.” Eduardo played with Mark’s hair a little bit, and then out of nowhere pulled out his cell and got a picture of Mark, staring stoically at him. “Time to go.”

So as soon as Eduardo pulled on his black leather jacket, Mark taking the tickets from an inside pocket of the suitcases, both of their wallets snug in their pants, they walked towards the venue, Mark’s hands in pockets, Eduardo’s right jacket and his left hoodie pocket, Eduardo’s left hand in Mark’s back pocket, the other one playing with his hair, and then hooking under Mark’s to hook in his jacket pocket.

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And both of them would look ridiculously good in it.

And awww Mark! How cute is he, wanting to tell Eduardo that he loves him? This whole update is perfection. ♥

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i love how you commented before i finished.
thank you my darling <3

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Mark is kind of bad with words. he's better with perl.

i know i'm lost -- 24c/?

As soon as they got in – the guy took one look at Mark’s ID and didn’t bother marking either of the backs of their hands – they went to the bar, where they looked over the crowd. The opening band was some local band, obviously standing in with someone, and about halfway through the set Eduardo was pressed up to Mark’s side, pulling at his face.


“Mark, there’s Gabe Saporta. From Cobra Starship, you know?”

“Isn’t he Brazilian? And Jewish?” Mark’s hand on Eduardo’s hip tightened.

“No, he’s from Uruguay. Don’t worry, we don’t have some sort of epic bond that will drag me away.” Eduardo giggles into Mark’s hair, and Mark rolls his eyes.


As the crew for the headliner starts to set up, Eduardo steps away to go look at the merch, and Mark sighs back into the bar. Here he was, standing, about to see one of his favorite bands, with his boyfriend. How perfect.

Then he feels a poke at his shoulder, and a girl of about sixteen – the X’s give her away, and maybe Mark’s only a year and a half older than her, but it feels like ages. “Are you, uh, are you Mark from Pavlov’s Dogs?” Mark shrugs, and the girl squeals. “I love your music! I mean, I think it’s so cute how you guys still have a Myspace so I can listen to your music and oh my god, you don’t know if Dustin’s single, do you?”
“Um, he’s on a date right now, so no.”

Her eyes flickered up and down Mark, and Mark felt like he’d been stripped by this little thing. “Well, uh, could you take a picture with me? My friends back home will flip.”

“Are we, uh, popular wherever you’re from?” Mark asks, and the girl practically breaks her neck.

“Yeah, you’re like the shit in Jersey!” She enthuses, and Mark tries so hard to restrain himself. “So you’ll like, take a picture with me?” Mark nods, and the girl beams, like Mark told her that the sun shined out of her ass. She pulled out one of those fashionable but pesky to use professional cameras out, and maybe Mark had misjudged her, because she whispered something excitedly to her friends and the friend took the camera solemnly. The girl slid a hand around Mark’s waist, and Mark awkwardly put his hand on her shoulder, pulling out what Mark assumed was closer to a grimace than a smile at the camera. After the girl confirmed the picture wasn’t bad, she smiled at Mark. “Can I like, add you on Facebook?”

At that moment, however, Mark felt a weight rest on the small of his back, and he relaxed. He knew that cologne, he knew the feel of that hand. “Yeah sure. You should add Dustin, tell him you met me. I’m sure he’d give you a better interview of whatever.” The girl nodded at him, eyeing Eduardo and Mark looked over at Eduardo, nudging his chin with Mark’s nose. “This is my boyfriend, Eduardo.”

Comprehension dawns as the band starts up and suddenly Mark’s being pulled away from his comfortable place at the bar, and suddenly they’re dancing, Mark’s hands on Eduardo’s hips, Eduardo sort of flailing around as Greta sang about being safe in LA, then on to perfect in my mind, and Mark pulls Eduardo closer, mouths the words into his collarbone, and he can almost hear the camera’s lens clicking. They slow dance when Sunshine All Night comes on, and then at the end, before trying to get autographs, Mark drags Eduardo over to the girl and her friends, who pretend like they haven’t been spying for the last couple of minutes.

“Hey, can you take a picture of us together?” Mark asks bluntly, and the girl nods sure. Eduardo goes for his hair, obviously afraid, but Mark grabs him, smiling and laughing and then looking at the camera, and pulls Eduardo close and he feels Eduardo chuckle and then snap.


Dustin nods. Dustin grins and fucking nods and Chris just wants to kiss him again and again and again. “Okay.” Dustin’s voice cracks, and Chris takes his hand, kisses his knuckles.

“See you tomorrow?” Dustin nods, smile wide, and Chris gets out.

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This is just so adorable and sweet (and I am so curious about the band!) Awesome job.

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it was stage six of dustin's eight step plan - serenade Chris at the Homecoming Dance a la Michael Moscovitz but since i've decided that's not happening, it's just a fun plot point to screw with.

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<3 *sighs*


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i always know it's been a post when you comment.

Re: i know i'm lost -- 24c/? - leladancer18, 2011-05-05 04:01 pm (UTC)(Expand)

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helloooo been away dealing w/ finals but back to commenting now. keytar became canon!!! and ugh, I can just image Eduardo's eyes in eyeliner, gooorgeous. and Mark has groupies!

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Dustin + keytar = canon forever.
Mark doesn't understand that term, try again.

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Boys in eyeliner! Great update. Thank you!

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no thank you for reading <333

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Yay for Chris and Dustin finally being on the same page! Also, Mark being in a secretly cool indie band that 16-year-old girls flail over!

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Re: i know i'm lost -- 24c/? - thelowtide, 2011-05-09 03:23 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: i know i'm lost -- 24c/? - thelowtide, 2011-05-10 02:41 am (UTC)(Expand)